"This is my eldest daughter, Elizabeth. Once the coronation is held tomorrow, she'll officially be recognized as a princess. She oversaw most of the preparations and participated in urban development. Tomorrow, she will be your guide."
"I'm Elizabeth," she said simply, bowing with elegance.
All eyes turned toward her, stunned.
Every king, every noble, wore the same wide-eyed expression.
"By the gods… A woman that beautiful? And she's competent too?"
"She's easily a match for Princess Astrid. No… maybe even more beautiful."
That last thought was, of course, a matter of preference—but Elizabeth's striking features, tall stature, and balanced figure added a distinctive charm.
As he admired her once more, Sigmund suddenly felt a wave of irritation rise within him.
He didn't like the way the others were looking at her.
"…These bastards…"
